Growing up in south side of Boston, especially during the 90's painted grim futures for it's occupants. One of those many was Andrew. A young boy born into a economically unstable family. Not to say he wasn't loved and provided with as much as he could be given, he still felt the struggle. Likely this caused him to turn to routes of making a quick buck. When he was fourteen he started hassling drugs around his school, nothing big but enough to tell that this could paint his future. Later when he was in his late sixteen's he started stealing cars. Being in a low income family meant that he couldn't be taught how to drive so he had no choice but to teach himself. He started to learn the ins and outs of vehicles. How they function and how to fix them, where to connect the correct wires. How to pick the certain locks of trunks, driver doors. ect. His affiliation for driving and stealing blended together, he soon began to play the perk of get away driver, his need for speed and his need for cash drove his him to South Zagario as his spree of getaways grew. A friend he made contacted him about the robbery of some embassy that holds a gold reservoir. It was the perfect set up,m the perfect get away and it all got fucked up by one guy, this caused him to be sent into one of the hardest Russian prisons by capital, this is where he truly learned to survive.